Greater Glory Poem by Wendy Bureau

Dare ye travel 'pon the road of evil?
For ignorance lies not above excuse
As time surely devours all things
Remainders of past, thy footprints refuse

Yearning aloof, for the mud unholy
A temptress that shall ne'er wholly die
Wicked is she who cradles thine heart
With contorted hands, so skillfully wry

My Nemesis, goddess of punishment
Whom I hate to love, love to hate
Place no reliance upon my flesh
Behold a beauty without mercy, naked bait

Experiment made of useless body
Tragically tossed to water, yet does not sink
Aimlessly floating the sea of Poseidon
Weakened body replenishes with drink

Liquid fortress of fortune, a sign
Breathe not of envy or ill will
Condemn me not, all lost save honor
Abreast the Greater Glory, immortal still


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